Fake Micro- Banks

You are ment to be their saviour,

Free them from the hard laws of the mayor,

Make life easy for them all,

After all we are all equal,

You gained their trust,

They believed your noble course,

To free them from the curse,

Poverty placed on their work course,

Soon You betrayed that trust,

Like a mosquito in need of blood,

You sucked their drying pond,

Speeding tears, depressing an death,

As ya crew their abode flood.

A saviour you are indeed.